You rubber cement
Your wounds shut

Telling your mother
To shut the **** up
( Your okay really)

But you just like to have
Them all singing your song

Your just a bottom-of-the-bottle
Baby

You feel like you dont belong
So you dope yourself up
And mope around the house
With bruises (Black and Blue)
Made By You For You

And shes such a school girl
For believing
She could save you

Truly yours
Like the buckets
Full of bottles
Full of worms

The Other Side OF You